Thursday, 10 October 2013

Citrine Leaves Curled Around Her...

Citrine leaves curled around her, their glassy veins sparkling in the light. She picked up the hem of her dress, delicately shaking away the rubble from the thicket floor. She sensed the enchantment in the air, the last whisper of the incantation rustled through the shrivelled stalks, begging her back.

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